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A Memory Of The Future

There was a place two could not go.
There was a gulf I couldn't come over.
A broken past would have the present so:
I stood in England, you across the Strait of Dover.

The past is contagious; the future is chance.
And of our memory, the kindest compliment I can pay
Is that I never left home; never saw France,
But remember holding you on the coast of Calias.
davidBashful davidBashful 61-65, M 1 Response May 1, 2012

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Cool Write I like coolness of the piece.<br />
Well Written,<br />
The Warrior Poet....